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LOOKING AT THE SUFFERING MEMBERS OF OUR CHURCH WITH THE EYES OF CHRIST THE SAVIOR
Why did Eugene become a priest? As we have seen, a second motivation in his decision was his wish to respond to the suffering of the Church. It was not a “feel-good” motivation, but one that came as a result of … Continue reading
I TRY TO OBTAIN FOR THEM ALL THE COMFORTS THAT DEPEND ON ME
Leflon writes: “Installed on December 30, 1806, ‘Demazenot fils’: immediately assumed the duties of the Semainier (the director in charge for one week), and, in this capacity, presented, on January 6, 1807, a report that had the Mazenod touch, and … Continue reading
HOW CAN I EXPRESS THE SORROW THAT I FEEL AT THE SIGHT OF SUCH GREAT DISORDERS?
I no longer feel anything from my fall, so let there be no more mention of it. While proceeding from Gap to Notre Dame du Laus. the carriage provided by the Bishop of Gap overturned as it approached the village … Continue reading